Baba Yaga moaned softly into his arm, and she didn't whimper as the Viking king pulled away. He was doing exactly as she wanted, strengthening a connection she had missed. It had never fully faded, but it was not as strong as it had been prior to the City's interference. She shifted on his lap, turning to face him as he kissed her, each kiss returned.
"Blood has been shared. Now bodies." Her fingers gripped in his hair, and she pulled just a little. "Or are you to weak to enjoy this frail little body of mine?" The body would always seem weak, even the aged one she'd had so long ago. The bodies and the creature within could take more than most would suspect. She smiled at him as she lifted enough to be able to look down at him.
"I have not shared my bed with you for a very long time." There had been no others in her bed either; although there was a furry creature for a short time, and Eric was well aware of that adventure. As far as the "very long time,"days tended to be too long when it came to sharing her bed and her body with the dark creature sitting beneath her. It was all relative. She kissed him before he could say anything, claiming his mouth and him once more.